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Hopesfall The Sattelite Years

[Instrumental]

we drove these streets heads to shoulders existing to tell the tales of letting go and now we're strangled to tears on the fallback farewell its all

i escaped the horizon feeling nothing was the easiest existence leaving a world of regret in a wake of flames no flame ever burned as bright i will not

sleep never comes quick enough to protect us there is no shelter in the present from the ghosts of the past like well driven nails memories dig their

this is just the in between the point where worries can shatter dreams this is that look like i'm going to throw it all away this is infatuations best